It was the night of the Kerrang! Awards in London and I saw this girl standing on the sidelines. She was absolutely gorgeous and when she smiled at me she made my knees go weak.

Her name was Lisa Rogers and she was my new drug.

Hmm, enough of that….

Now writing a tell all book about being in a band may have to include some embarrassing truths but recently its come to mind that most of them have to be extremely bitter and angry to report on a failed musical history.

I’ve just finished Luke Haines autobiography, Bad Vibes- Britpop and my Part in its Downfall, having no real idea who he is, some guy from the Britpop era apparently. I thought I would enjoy some well written loathing, and I found the read deliciously bitter. Throughout he directs a lot of his anguish and failure to be a successful rock star, namely at Blur and Pulp, pointing out along the way that Britpop was a joke. Admittedly, a witty book at that, but overall I found the read a rather sorry one.

The same can be said for non-musicians too, especially for those who worked within the music industry and who didn’t manage the successful career they probably longed for. Ex A&R man turned author, John Niven, wrote a dangerously despicable read, Kill Your Friends. An exceptionally good book referring to real industry types, one that perhaps reflects his time within the business. Ironically though, the main character is a sickly, addict-to-most-everything sinister and unpure, a close rival to American Pyshco’s, Patrick Bateman and so John Niven seems to have created this façade to vocalises his anguish. The crafty sod!

Here it seems that Niven has written a book which depicts other people as twits usually accounts for the annoyance of obsolete failure within the industry.It can be said for Haines' book too. It directs bitterness and that bitterness leads the way for them to have the nerve to slag off any bugger!

A recent exception to this is Alex James’ book, Bit of Blur, which was more of an insight than an insult towards the music biz. Basically focusing on drugs, groupies, getting laid, and the old tale or ten, and bit of Radiohead slagging here and there, but that’s understandable, though it's a generally harmless book.  

Mark E Smith’s, Renegade, is also an extremely sharp read, though I believe this is mightily acceptable, and why so? Legend and grumpy old man? Allow.

I am now on the look out for more music related autobiographical reads, for bitter or for worse…Any suggestions please?